Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
12 February 2016
10 May 2012
It’s that Time of Year Again
“Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son”
07 April 2012
Between Rubble and Ruins
Presented by the German Historical Institute on their German History in Documents and Images website, is a rare collection of postwar photographs attributed to a known photographer, Friedrich Seidenstücker.
Feeding your Berlinalia:
A Flaneur between Rubble and Ruins – Friedrich Seidenstücker
Photographs of Berlin after 1945
A Flaneur between Rubble and Ruins – Friedrich Seidenstücker
Photographs of Berlin after 1945
02 November 2011
01 November 2011
30 June 2011
Dude! I’m Sooooo Wasted
I dream of camels all day and night. I think they mightbe, like, after me or something sometimes. Mmmmmm... Camels.
07 February 2011
The Near Distant Ago Becomes Even More Distant
Slab Magazine, a journal of Architectural fixations sums it up best in review of new work and urbanism is what used to be the death strip between the two Berlins:
Everything looked clean and new and in a certain sense no less reflective than the polished glass of the new building’s curtain walls. In a world of Photoshop effects, smoothing filters, color balancing and corrected saturation, it seems there’s an irresistable drive to create a world in the image of the image.Which in reflection, seems as unreal as the DDR's Potemkin villages, or West Berlin's Architectural social experiments.
Floating Further out into the Cultural Vacuum
Everything looked clean and new and in a certain sense no less reflective than the polished glass of the new building’s curtain walls. In a world of Photoshop effects, smoothing filters, color balancing and corrected saturation, it seems there’s an irresistable drive to create a world in the image of the image.Which in reflection, seems as unreal as the DDR's Potemkin villages, or West Berlin's Architectural social experiments.
People use the metaphor of a desert to describe a place -or a state- in which you feel empty or placeless, but my childhood in New Mexico gave me a sense for the richness of life to be found there. At HPI I felt a truer form of emptiness, and now I wonder why I became so transfixed by the polished reflections of the new learning and research center. They seemed to have a cathartic effect, somehow canceling the irritation I’d felt from sustained exposure to high levels of bogusness traversing the vicissitudes of The New Death Strip . To just look away entirely, straight into the sky or towards the rail line or a group of trees outside the campus’s border, seemed like the denialPlease note that I called it TWO Berlins, as it really DID diverge culturally into two cities and two cultures.
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